Day 9 – OctPoWriMo
Do you don’t forget, I
know you do, that time in Paris?
Our Silver Anniversary – you mentioned
kids, let’s go, have our honeymoon – alone.
Three days just for us! A
Like teenagers we
strolled by the Seine,
hand in hand, fingers softly feeling, exploring.
May possibly blossom
floating down – perfume intoxicating.
You squeezed me,
Pointed out the River
My red dress, often
shimmered mackerel reflections.
You’d grown a beard, looked
very the artist
Eyes smiling, we
spoke shared stories,
Ate a meal of mussels, our favourite,
With glass of wine
My stomach danced in content oneness with my spirit,
We talked, can you say about what? No,
It didn’t matter,
just to be, that was all, collectively,
Drinking in our life,
You, so relaxed, your
Didn’t inform you
that – years melting away – incredibly appealing.
We climbed the
measures to the Sacre Coeur,
looked out more than the city,
sky spotted with twinkling
We danced and laughed, evening slipping away.
Later we embraced,
excited as if for the initial time,
but far better.
surprise, particular bond produced that day,
of silken gold.
I knew it as I shivered,
not with cold.
Strengthened in want we looked forward.
A city for